At the center of the hall.
That especially enormous frost soul finally fully condensed into form.
It stood five zhang tall.
It wore a dark blue general's battle armor.
The phantom it manifested was clearer and more complete than any they had seen before.
Faint dark red patterns could even be seen flickering along the edges of its armor plates.
They could vaguely make out an emblem of some kind—a roaring bear's head.
The ice axe in its hand was also far larger.
Its blade was as broad as a door, its edge deep and dark blue.
It seemed as though a section of eternally frozen glacier had been cast directly into it.
The soul fire dancing within its hollow eye sockets was no ordinary flame either.
A strange fire threaded with dark red strands burned within.
The pressure it radiated was far greater than that of ordinary frost souls.
It also carried the mental pressure of a frost soul commander.
It did not charge at once, merely planting its massive ice axe against the ground.
Though both the axe and the floor were constructs of condensed energy.
The instant they touched, an incomparably dull boom rang out.
The sound waves shook ice fragments loose throughout the entire hall.
Its eye sockets, burning with dark red soul fire, stared at Zong Shen as he slowly entered the hall, sending a cold mental message toward him.
That thought was like a tangible icy gale, piercing straight into Zong Shen's consciousness.
"Intruder... not of royal blood... defiling the Empire's resting place... must be executed!"
The message was filled with ancient authority and absolute killing intent.
It was utterly unlike those ordinary frost souls that acted solely on instinct.
Clearly, this frost soul general had retained more of its will and combat wisdom